Air Hostage Poem by Mamunur Rahman

Wandering from sky to sky in nature,
Deep inside the white clouds, the green plants are piercing
Waking up to your soft, gentle softness,
White clear, red sky,
blue sky,
deep Relationship
Be dreaming that he should be there.
The stream flows towards the natural,
Where the sun,
Rain,
Fog,
Dew,
Forest
There is nothing darker than a soft frost in a thick cloud,
The indecisive young man is insulated;
About the miracle,
The spread of sandalwood
In the compassion of the clouds;
You have taken clove water inside your heart
In split blue,
The plant is a sedimentary rock,
On saline green soil;
There was no fascinating connection between the Bengalis,
For which you can return to the land of exile;
Astoundingly bright nights are ever for you
The traces of the cry of illumination,
In the fall hem,
The river of Bengali,
You sail across the country to a lost country in the far west,
Where snow piles lay on the mountainside
Runs downward,
The thick cloud clouds make you a miracle;
All the inevitable own souvenirs that break down;
With thunderstorms and hearing,
Let's go back to the flowing stream,
Red - Blue and Bengal in nature;
Chandan's delights today are fond memories;
It is tearful in compassion;
To make the dream come to light, there is a more intimate nature;
Rotated in a geometric structure,
The red cloud of black smoke smells in the air,
Yours is poisonous,
You are old
It is dark in autumn loins
About the sacred in form;
Where there is a gentle finger tune.